A Dance of Shadows

When the flame flickers
I see my shadows dance.

When the darkness whispers,
it speaks words of romance.

Though it might seem
like a strange encounter
to witness light and dark
waltz on my counter,

It leads my mind to new symphonies,
filled with hopes, dreams,
and opportunities.

And suddenly I find myself
humming along.
My own heart remembers the song:

The beauty of life is its duality,
light and dark blooming
inside of me.